The other side → Tumi
The distance between the sky and the earth is only one step away. The blood-red color of the flower is soaked with one after another's attachment to life and the eternal love of several reincarnations. Together with the Sansheng Stone, it stands at the mouth of the Wangchuan River, waiting for thousands of years, guarding the impossible green leaves until it withers away.
A flower falls, the flower falls silently, a flower blooms, the flower blooms silently, while waiting for each other, the intertwined paths of destiny are cut off by reincarnation, and in an instant, a thousand years have passed.
The decaying red flower drifted in the middle of the Wangchuan River and turned into a poisonous poison, leaving a mark on people's hearts. It seems familiar, but completely forgotten, leaving an empty heart, making everyone who drinks Meng Po soup feel its sadness. Therefore, even though I have experienced three lives and all kinds of mundane things, I will still feel lucky to meet you.
The poignancy of the other shore comes only from thousands of years of waiting but no result.
There are no flowers on the other shore, no tears in this life. I am sad on the other shore, but my heart is on this shore.
The wings of flowers cannot fly until they die. The soil without love and hatred will not sprout and bloom again until it dies.